Bethan Milligan (sg_bethan) wrote in supergleerpg, @ 2012-03-11 22:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | !type: thread, -2012: february, character: bethan milligan, character: daniel milligan, character: debra gray |
Thread: Aftermath
Who: Bethan and Dan, later Debra
What: Discussion of the weird tests.
Where: School, later the Milligan house (and Debra's house)
When: Wednesday morning, just after the tests (backdated)
Warnings: Cussing, drugs, more cussing, and generally Bethan being murderouslyangry!Bethan
The clock was ticking dully on the wall. Her head felt light, her limbs heavy. Time seemed to draw out further than should have been possible.
She didn't want to be here.
She'd had a panic attack. At least, she thought they had, and that was what they'd told her. She'd had a panic attack and she'd fainted, so they'd taken her up to the nurse's office to recover. Because they were "worried for her health". She didn't believe a fucking word of it. She wouldn't have believed them if they'd told her water was wet, at this point. Certainly not after whatever the hell they'd done to her head to make her come to the fucking test in the first place, even if she didn't think she'd done the test; she'd been so firm in her resolution to stay the fuck away from McKinley today that anything which could have pulled her in was fucking terrifying. People weren't allowed to have that kind of control over her.
Fucking hell, right now she almost missed New York.
The clock went on ticking, a dull, sullen noise that shook her jumbled thoughts and made it hard to concentrate. She lay back on the padded bed in the nurse's office, a slight figure in an open leather jacket, and tried to pull her thoughts into order. She'd had panic attacks before - plenty of times before - but this felt like something else. Something she couldn't quite put her finger on...
Her head felt light, her limbs heavy. The clock ticked on the wall, slicing up time. They'd said she could go home, but she thought she'd have trouble even getting to the Mongrel, let alone driving it safely. So she lay there, and she waited for the world to make sense again.